"So, you said Jerome Quartaro, right?" Chyler asked, taking a seat by the table in their room. Aria nodded and sat next to her, not yet feeling comfy and shit with all the words that have been spoken and things done, but she knew that dwelling on those would bring her nothing but a headache, so she decided to just let it go. After all, what could happen? Chyler seemed honest with her, at least. "We know anything about him?"
"Apart from the fact he's selling? I don't think so." She shrugged. "But I guess that bitch actually is very sneaky. Otherwise how would he just appear by the container when I slammed into it?"
"Excuse me, he what?"
"Oh, I think I forgot to mention that one." Aria slapped her face with a deep sigh. "Well, when I fell down and wondered if that's how death feels like, he was there. Near the trash area, as if he was waiting for someone."
"Oh my god, and I screamed your name. I hope he didn't hear that…"
